Lavish Corruption

LAVISH CORRUPTION A DARK SECRET SOCIETY ROMANCE ALTA HENSLEY STASIA BLACK Copyright © 2023 by Alta Hensley & Stasia Black All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Fifteen Minutes Earlier Chapter 24 Epilogue Also by Alta Hensley Also By Stasia Black About Alta Hensley About Stasia Black 1 WALKER I took hold of her hair and yanked… hard. Not for my own pleasure, but for those who were watching. The belle’s head bobbed up and down dutifully as a belle was expected to do. Her lips tightened, her tongue licked and swirled, and she expertly kept her teeth away. She was doing everything right, kneeling between my legs, and yet… she wasn’t right. My Trial, essentially an extended hazing process in order to win entrance into the Order of the Silver Ghost, and my 109-day stay in the Oleander Manor was going just as planned. My belle offered no resistance and actually seemed willing to be part of the entire process. With only three weeks left before completing the Initiation for membership to the Order, there were no issues. Unlike my five best friends who’d gone before me, there’d been no drama between me and my belle. In fact, I had a feeling the Elders were extremely pleased with both me and her. I even saw approval flicker in my father’s eyes, which was a rare thing to see. He wasn’t a man—or an Elder—who could easily be pleased. But I was clearly making him and the St. Claire family legacy proud. Which meant the outcome was all but assured: my inheritance would be passed to me and my belle would win her prize too. I didn’t know exactly what she’d asked for should she pass these Trials, but the Order were dream-makers. Whatever she’d asked for upon entering two and a half months ago would be hers. And I was happy for her, I really was. I just had no desire to see her after all this was over. She was nice, pretty, plenty lusty… and about as shallow as a puddle. My belle—Cindy was her name—pulled away from me, wiped at the corners of her mouth, and looked up. “Do you want anything else, Sir?” She glanced over her shoulder at the Elders watching from a distance and then returned her attention to me with a wicked grin. “We could give them quite the show if you want.” She was also good at playing the game, I’d give her that. Gripping her hair tighter and lowering her face back to my cock, I said, “I didn’t say you could stop.” Did I speak loud enough so my father and the rest of the Elders could hear me and take notice of my dominance? Sure. But the reality was I didn’t want to do anything beyond what this belle was doing. Not if I didn’t have to. Not if it wasn’t required by a Trial. She was naked, sucking me off, and for tonight, that was all that would have to happen. She dropped back down and took me down her throat. Thank God I at least managed to stay hard. Cindy and I had spent more time together than I had with anyone in my life before. I had sex with her multiple times in the kinkiest and most depraved ways due to the Trials. We ate every meal together, slept in the same bed every night, and yet… I had zero connection with this woman. Zero. That made things easier since the entire goal of the Initiation Trial was to break the belle. Not having any real feelings for the woman made this entire process feel almost out of body. Robotic. She made her decisions, and I made mine. Like right now, I was deciding to envision it was Lara Stein from my senior year in high school sucking my dick. Lara hadn’t been nearly as good at giving head as my belle, but at least I could hold a conversation with her. It was fine; I just had to go through the process and pay my dues. I would become a member of the Order like my father, my grandfather, and my great-grandfather before him. My connection to the Order of the Silver Ghost would guarantee my political future, and eventually the seat as governor of Georgia would be mine. Then maybe I could actually do some real good. Just put in the time. Every man who stood in this room earned their right to be here. Dressed in silver robes with tuxedos underneath, every one of them was a member of the Order. They each had to pass a 109-day Initiation that pushed them to the limits to be able to attend the events at the Oleander. This was a ritual dance that our forefathers had been performing for centuries. The women, however… Besides my belle, I had no idea where they found the women for these parties. I never knew any of the faces. Were they whores from the city? Not even my best friends who’d become members before me knew much. Other than that, occasionally prospective belles who’d been rejected at the Midnight Ball came back for the parties in hopes of catching the eye of a wealthy man and becoming a mistress. Hey, different strokes for different folks. Speaking of, Jesus, did Cindy really have to grab my balls like that? Was my hard-on flagging that much? I tried to focus. Right. Lara Stein. She was an art